Testo di Cauldron

Heat rising Isolation In midst Of sacred fight Quiet jihad Slips so fast No easy To be right Not clever Nor precocious No fancied flights On idiot wind Stand for life Style of death Call the wrongs In style of sin Surrounded As advertised Readying Slings and bows Good intent Honest errors Never enough To show A march for evil on the capital Flying in on leathery wings Dig mass graves, blow things up All will know there is no love Pine for evil on the capital Affect the legislation Claim the angels turn and flee Dictate reality A march for evil on the capital Dismembering children's bodies One million strong stand side by side Sing a song and commit suicide